"I really can't imagine it."
Annan couldn't help but comment, "Solomonik would really like his new identity."
"I can't imagine it either."
Naifertali shrugged her shoulders.
She sat at the table, facing Annan sideways, flipping through one of the newspapers and sighed in a low voice, "I used to dream that if only I were Selicia. But I never thought that Selicia would just be a non-existent illusion..."
"This is how the Curse Binding of substitution works."
Annan pointed to himself and laughed, "Isn't 'Giralda' the same?"
"It's still not quite the same..."
Naifertali's expression was complex.
How should I put it.
Perhaps it's because the actual person inside 'Giralda' is cuter than that image, and the real Selicia is not as lovable as her... There's a strange sense of disillusionment.
"However, the technology to create 'substitutes' should come from the Melvin family."
